Annabeth had never meant to make friends.
Her goal was simple: Go on the quest, get the bolt, and go home. But she'd let her guard down sometime on that quest. She'd made a friend. She had allies, but that was it. She didn't waste her time, sitting and talking and laughing. She trained. She studied. But that stupid son of Poseidon ruined it all.
Annabeth went on the second quest, vowing not to get more attached to the boy. She was supposed to save her camp, the one thing that she was sure she loved. But when Percy thought his brother had been killed, she had to comfort him. And she later kicked herself for that. And then...He'd saved her from the Sirens. He saw what she really cared about. What she really wanted. But if he'd seen it after the quest, it would have been a totally different boy.
Then he'd had the nerve to go and save her. She didn't want to be saved, not by him at least. No, that only made her fonder of the boy. He'd gone through so much...For her. And on Olympus, he'd looked so scared. It was her imagination. It had to be. Sure, they were friends, maybe even best friends, but nothing more. Right?
Annabeth decided that the Labynth was the last straw. She was tired of it all. Tired of Luke, tired of her father, tired of Percy. He'd shown up with that mortal girl, and Annabeth had been hurt. She didn't understand why it effected her so much. He was just like anyone else. He'd made friends with her, gotten her to trust him. Then he tossed her away, like an old newspaper. And she'd kissed him! Oh, gods, she'd kissed him. Yet she still denied her feelings for him. Calypso...He left her for the camp. No one in particular. But, Annabeth could dream, couldnt she?
The war. Oh, it was horrible. Terrifying, esspeccially to Annabeth. Her best friend was destined to die. After he'd gotten back from his dip in the Styx, he'd looked at her so strangely. She took that knife for him, and he told her a secret. He told her something that he knew she could use against him, but trusted her anyway. Then that mortal girl showed up and everything got confusing again. Annabeth saved her. If the mortal had died, Percy would have been upset. And that would have made her upset. They won the war. Then, he turned down godhood. And he'd looked at her when he'd done it. No, he must have been looking at something else. In the dining hall, he told her that he cared about her. She kissed him. And he kissed back. Annabeth had never been happier.
But now, she was crying her eyes out in the Poseidon cabin. She never cried. But he was gone. Disapeared. Hera had taken him and replaced him with Jason. Annabeth liked Jason. But at the same time she hated him. Percy was gone, and Jason was here. She wanted Percy. She wanted to know he was safe. If only she'd told him that she loved him in the first pace.
But this had all started, because she'd let her gaurd down. She never meant to fall in love. It was an accident.
One big accident.
Do you like it? Cut me some slack, it's the first serious story I`ve written. Anyway please review. And I don't own PJO.